Chapter 38, 30 Thousand Against 300 Thousand! One Man Can Hold the Pass! Duel with the 4th in the World!

Northern Border Legion!

This was an elite legion that fought against the barbarians all year round.

It was not an exaggeration to say that it was the number one Legion of the dynasty.

Even if they fought against the guards stationed in the capital that enjoyed the most military expenditure, they had a 60% chance of winning.

300 thousand elites versus 30 thousand newly formed soldiers. One could imagine the result.

No one was optimistic about the Resistance Army.

When the Northern Border Legion approached.

Even He Chuan's troops started to feel uneasy.

No one expected that the first true battle would be a decisive battle!

If they won, the dynasty would have no legion that could fight them.

However, if they lost...

Hehe.

Under such a situation, it was inevitable that someone would suggest to He Chuan to retreat to the border and leave the territory of the dynasty to develop before making a move.

He Chuan rejected it outright.

"If we retreat today and take a step back!"

"Once we leave our homes, when will we be able to return?"

"When will we see the day when the world is united?"

"So what if they are elites?"

"So what if they have more people?"

"Those who fight for that shameless dynasty that only seek personal gain, even if they have great strength, they can only use half of it!"

"We, the righteous army, are with millions of common people, why should we be afraid of them!"

After saying these words, everyone clenched their fists and was filled with energy once again.

The next day, the Northern Border Legion arrived in the city.

They were shouting to persuade them to surrender.

He Chuan did not say anything and charged forward alone.

He raised the sword in his hand.

His majestic inner qi swept out, and there was no one who could match him.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people fell under the sword intent.

It slashed through half of the front line!

The Northern Border Legion soldiers on the front line did not expect such a fierce person to suddenly appear. They did not dare to go forward to deal with him.

As a result, He Chuan was like a God who had descended to Earth and charged into the middle of the 300,000 Northern Border Legion's main forces.

The Resistance Army's blood boiled when they saw this.

They all roared, "Kill!"

A few thousand cultivators took the lead and charged into the formation, slashing wildly.

The ordinary soldiers at the back followed. They used their longbows to throw arrows. The rain of arrows covered an even further area to stop the enemy's reinforcements from charging forward.

The terrain here was narrow and the roads were blocked by mountains on both sides. There was no way for the army of 300,000 to rush forward.

As a result, the tens of thousands of Northern Border Legion soldiers at the front became rootless duckweed and were killed by a group of powerful cultivators.

Was it difficult for 4,000 cultivators to kill tens of thousands of people?

It was not difficult at all.

Even the weakest third-rate cultivator could kill well-equipped soldiers in just a few breaths time!

In the end, the Northern Border Legion's frontline was instantly defeated and they retreated one after another.

But at this time, the sound of war drums sounded.

The marshal gave the order.

Very soon, the surrounding heavy shield army formations changed direction one after another and blocked the charging cultivators.

However, the rear was still in chaos.

He Chuan's individual strength was really too strong.

After he cultivated the Tyrannical True Cultivation Manual to perfection, he had already surpassed the boundary of a first-rate martial artist. He could be said to be unrivaled in the world!

No matter how elite the Northern Border Legion was, they would not be a match for him.

Unless he was exhausted and did not even have the strength to kill.

However, at this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded in the sky.

"Enough!"

He Chuan narrowed his eyes and swept the Buddhist monk's knife in his hand with great force.

A crisp sound was heard.

There was another gap on the Buddhist monk's knife!

This was the performance of the opponent breaking through the inner qi attached to the weapon.

This kind of situation only appeared when he was still weak when he was killing the bandits.

"Oh?"

He Chuan stopped. Such an opponent was worthy of him knowing his name before killing him.

The opponent did not continue to attack. The two of them looked at each other telepathically.

"You are Night Slayer?"

The person who came wore armor that was full of traces of killing. His eyes were sharp, "I have long heard of your strength in the Northern Border. Seeing you today, you are indeed extraordinary."

"You're not bad either."

He Chuan said calmly.

This attitude made the other party frown slightly.

"I think you're a talent, you shouldn't do such a stupid thing. Why don't you give up your weapons and surrender? I can guarantee your life in the imperial court."

"Stupid thing?"

He Chuan laughed lightly, "You know what the imperial court is like today. How can you say that overthrowing them was a stupid thing?"

"Looks like I can't persuade you anymore."

"On the battlefield, weapons are used to determine who is superior!"

"Forget it."

The other party sighed and slowly raised the long spear in his hand, "I, Marshal Fan Long, will not kill nameless people. Quickly report your name!"

"So you are the ranked fourth expert on the dynasty cultivators ranking. No wonder you have such a big mouth."

He chuan smiled, "You want to know my name? Beat me first!"

"Hmph!"

Fan Long stopped talking and attacked!

The surrounding soldiers made room for the two of them early on. They retreated a few hundred meters and entered spectator mode.

"It's been a long time since the Marshal made a move. How many moves do you think this Night Slayer can withstand?"

"This kid is too young, it's already not bad if he can withstand two moves."

"I bet three moves, that Kid didn't even take a deep breath when he charged in. He definitely didn't use his full strength."

"Do you guys think... The Marshal won't be able to beat him... Ouch! Why did you hit me!"

"I'm trying to wake you up! How many barbarian leaders did the Marshal kill on the Northern Border? Did you forget that he killed ten first-rate experts by himself?"

"That's right, the Marshal's killing this Night Slayer is purely bullying a child. Didn't you see that Kid's hair hasn't even grown yet... yet..."

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

Because the victor had already been decided on the battlefield.

In just ten moves, Fan Long, whom they regarded as the undefeatable Marshal, had already fallen to He Chuan's feet.

Now, there was a huge wound on his chest.

Fresh blood flowed out.

Fan Long's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Such a young cultivator actually defeated him in such a short time?

This...

How was this possible?

But that was the reality.

He Chuan looked at him calmly.

"You have some ability, but that's all."

Under the circumstances of possessing a Tyrannical True Cultivation Manual, he was an invincible existence in the same realm.

Not to mention having a Deduction System, he would be informed of any threatening attacks at any time.

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Fan Long's loss was not unjustified.

"I've lost, kill me." His face was filled with loneliness.

He did not expect to die in such a place today.

He heard that Night Slayer was a chivalrous person. Losing to him was not considered losing his reputation.

However, He Chuan did not make a move.

Fan Long was known as a good General in the Northern Border. He treated his subordinates with kindness and sincerity. The soldiers who died in battle were given double compensation. If the imperial court did not give enough, he would even pay out of his own pocket.

More importantly, his name was not on the list of human trafficking.

"I won't kill you, surrender so that you won't harm these soldiers and brothers."